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Rh To-morrow Grace Bernard and I shall wed. The bell that tolled my bitter funeral knell, Will ring, glad of my wedding and my bride— Ring merrily round and round a jubilant peal.

There comes no premonition now to show to me What the long future has in store for us; But from my door I watch the sunset skies, And see blue mountains tower o'er golden plains, Clothed with pure beauty stretching far away. So seems the future. I await the morn.